Month: May 2018

Dragon Breath

 

And I thought about what someone far away was doing

imagined

a length of yellow-white fabric with words printed on it

fluttering near a bedroom window

 

Someone flying long-haul in a plane through dark sky

right now, that twilight world of

stale-cold air, engine hum, the fittings’ faint rattle and the rustle

of other people

 

A view over the rooftops of buildings

(see the city’s ripped back sides)

 

Stepping alone into an early-morning kitchen

he puts on the light

feeling the unheated floor and seeing crumbs on the benchtops

makes no move to clean them away

 

The pattern: blush of bright pink, royal blue and orange

imprinted behind closed eyes

intersected with black, it’s a piece of clothing

that existed cheaply, wonderfully, in a previous decade

 

 

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Bigger than Texas

the earth will take back

in heat and ordure

the shredded plastic bags

and bottle caps.

 

unbeautiful bits of nature

pond dust, saline scum and

damp piles of leaf and blossom scrofula

look like horror

brown-shiny beetles and chokey cockroaches

creep slow on sickly stick-legs

 

they take back the dirt

one insect footstep at a time while

seahorses attached to Q-tips

and seagullpigeons in rubber bonnets

are not raging like us

no

they merely persist

hoping to discover

that rubbish-island in the sea

the size of New South Wales

(because it’s bigger than Texas now)

– must be terra nullius for them

 

 

This poem was inspired by the novel Arkady (need to get back to polishing up my own dystopian story one of these days!) And also somehow by Singapore (pictured), a place where the lush fecundity of nature mashes with the nasty detritus and pollution of human industry.

 

Blue Crush

 

 

leaked my heart through my eyes

a soft blue sludge like

Blue Crush slurpee

what she couldn’t see

was the thaw

of a long-petrified glacier

that had been waiting

for her

release

 

behind those same bruised-blue-raspberry eyes

a sand-blasted

desert over which wind

harshly blows

eroding

thought and feelings

smoothing surfaces that

emotions slide off

like a Dali pocketwatch

I sigh, it’s time

to wait, redux

 

So I kinda bombed out on poetry month. It all got too much with the travel and everything. I was going to come back and write up the ones I missed but I don’t know if it’s really worth it. Some big changes ahead as I’ll start a new job in a few weeks. I need to spend the time in between contemplating what I want to do with my poetry and writing and/or HOW!

Photo: Moon jellyfish in Singapore Oceanarium by Claire Doble